Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

Monk Overseer narrowed his eyes, gazing coldly at Alan.

"Whether what you say is true or not, the Church will investigate this to the end! In the Plantagenet Kingdom, no one defies the will of the Church without consequence," he sneered. "Your parents, your family—all will be destroyed! Do you think the Church has held power for so many years without iron-fisted resolve? Only through ruthless might will you lowly creatures learn to fear, to tremble, to know reverence!" Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

He gestured to the guards surrounding Alan. "All of you, kill them both and hang their bodies as a warning!"

With his command, the guards moved toward Alan.

"Do you really think you've got me cornered?" Alan scoffed.

The guards closing in were all tier-bronze mages, exuding a powerful presence that surpassed the light-armored knight Alan had just faced.

It was clear these were elite forces. But did they truly think they could take him down so easily?

As the guards charged, they suddenly sensed a fierce, chilling wave of energy emanating from Alan. Even Monk Overseer, who had started to step away, paused, his pupils contracting.

A magus!

At that moment, they all felt the powerful surge of mind power radiating from Alan, disturbing the magical elements around the deck.

Although Annie had known Alan was a magus, the energy he now emitted was far stronger than before, as though he had become the master of every element within hundreds of meters.

The mages nearest to Alan felt their internal magic elements become restless and difficult to control, a sensation they had never experienced before.

"So… he really is a grand magus…" Monk Overseer's brow furrowed slightly.

According to protocol, someone of Alan's level should have received some consideration, perhaps even an invitation to join the Church.

However, after killing one of their own, he would have to pay the price; the Church's honor was at stake.

"Grand magus or not, in front of the Church, you're nothing. Dragon or tiger, you'll submit just the same!" Monk Overseer's voice grew colder as he ordered the guards forward.

But as he spoke, he noticed something unexpected.

Alan wasn't charging at the tier-bronze guards, nor was he trying to escape with his sister.

Instead, with wind elements wrapped around his legs, Alan leaped over the guards and headed directly for Monk Overseer himself!

The Overseer hesitated in surprise, shocked by Alan's audacity.

This madman was actually going after him!

Even if Alan was a grand magus, there was still a massive gap between their levels.

"Fool!" Monk Overseer snarled, feeling a wave of humiliation. As a high-ranking mage, an overseer with a strong reputation, he was outraged that Alan would so blatantly disregard him.

"Fine! Since you're so eager to die at my hands, I'll grant you that mercy!"

Monk Overseer glared at Alan, his staff—shaped like a devil's trident—lighting up with a black glow that shot forward in a dark, all-consuming beam, darkening the air around it as it sped toward Alan.

But in that moment, a dense cloud of water elements exploded around Alan, cloaking the area in a thick mist that obstructed Monk's sight.

Extending his mind power to locate Alan, he suddenly felt multiple beams of light streaking toward him from behind.

There were at least ten light swords, each one carrying a sense of danger as they flew toward him.

Just before they struck, the swords merged into a single, piercing beam, moving with nearly incomprehensible speed.

For the first time, Monk Overseer encountered such a baffling and elusive mage technique.

Caught off guard, he could only raise his staff as though summoning a demon's hand from the earth to shield himself against the incoming swords.

However, since Alan's spirit had transformed with the Insightful Heart, his Light Sword Spell had increased from six swords to ten, with vastly improved power.

In an instant, they pierced through the Demon's Hand, which disintegrated into shimmering fragments.

The protective magical artifact—the tailcoat Monk wore—failed to repel the piercing light sword, which drove into his chest, drawing blood.

A grand magus had wounded the late-tier-gold Monk Overseer!

Annie and the other onlookers were stunned. Despite the vast difference in their levels, the first exchange had ended with Monk Overseer injured.

They could hardly imagine what might have happened if Alan had been a higher level; that unexpected strike could have been fatal.

Annie's expression grew thoughtful. If she hadn't treated Alan as a mere pawn, she might have gained a powerful ally for the future.

His devotion to his sister suggested that he could be a reliable friend.

Yet she quickly dismissed the thought—Alan's power was impressive, but without a background, it would be his downfall.

Standing out invites trouble.

As Monk Overseer glared down at his bleeding chest, his face turned dark. With a burst of magic energy, he forced out the light sword lodged in his chest, shattering it.

Then, with rage-fueled strength, he thrust his trident-like staff directly toward Alan's chest.

"It's been years since anyone dared wound me. Die, you worthless wretch!"

The power behind his strike evaporated the surrounding mist, revealing Alan.

Alan's face had grown pale; although the Light Sword Spell was powerful, it had also drained him significantly, leaving him unable to cast it again.

With no choice, Alan raised his sword to parry the attack.

But the overwhelming power of Monk's tier-gold strike sent shockwaves through Alan's body, his skin splitting open as blood seeped from the cracks.

The gap between their levels was simply too vast.

Seeing Alan wounded, Monk Overseer's rage only deepened.

He prepared to strike again and tear Alan to pieces, but suddenly, Alan's airborne body was caught by an invisible force.

The next moment, a powerful surge of life energy surrounded Alan, quickly healing his injuries and invigorating his spirit as though a potent energy had entered his body.

The crowd looked on in shock.

"Senior…" Alan, now rejuvenated, sensed a familiar presence.

Turning, he saw a black-robed woman standing in the air nearby—the same mysterious figure from his training in hell.

She had appeared here!

Alan's heart raced.

The black-robed woman spared him a glance before stepping forward, moving through the air toward Monk Overseer.

Monk had noticed her appearance immediately.

The moment he saw her, an instinctual dread filled him, as if death itself had locked its gaze upon him.

He had only felt such an aura from the most enigmatic elders in the Church, and even their presence couldn't match the power radiating from this woman.

"Y-Your Excellency, how should I address you?" Monk stammered, his tone filled with forced respect despite her apparent connection to Alan.

"Are you the one who tried to kill Alan?" she asked coldly.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, transforming the warmth of summer into a freezing winter at her mere thought.

Monk Overseer felt himself turning numb from the cold, trembling as he forced himself to speak.

"Your Excellency, there must be some misunderstanding. Had I known he was under your protection, today's events would never have happened…"